Chapter 2:
A whole day passed, and they had passed two towns.
Richie was exhausted.
Damn this human planet.
"You okay there buddy?" Eddie had stopped his non-stop ranting, focusing on him.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired." Richie admitted.
Great job asshole. Just tell the demon that you're getting weak.
"Well. I have some money, I can get a hotel for the night." Eddie said.
Richie stopped abruptly.
"Where did you get the money, exactly?" He asked.
"Easy. I just asked politely for spare change, and, voila." He pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills.
Richie gave him a look, but decided to let it go.
"I'm fine."
"Okay. Loosen up. If you're gonna walk the earth, you gotta learn to adapt." Eddie said.
"I don't need a demon telling me what to do." Richie said.
Suddenly, without warning, his legs tried to give out on him, and he caught himself on the nearest wall.
Eddie gave him a short look of worry, "You gonna listen now?"
Richie glared at him.
"Come on. There's a hotel just up the road." He approached him, putting one of his arms around his shoulders.
Richie wanted to fight, but the demon's grip was strong, and he didn't think he had the strength to try and fight.
By the time they got to the entrance, Richie had decided that he could walk the rest on his own.
They walked in and Eddie paid for a room and led them upstairs.
He opened the door to the room and went inside.
Richie slowly followed after, still unsure about the new enclosure.
Once he was inside, he watched as Eddie moved to the two bed, flopping down on one of them, making the bed rattle slightly.
Richie gave him a look of confusion before heading to the other bed.
He pressed his hand into it, feeling of the fabric.
"It's a bed. You sleep in it. Amongst other things." Eddie commented behind him.
Richie rolled his eyes, "I know what a bed is."
"Okay. Okay. Jeez, you really do need some sleep. You're not you when you're grouchy. So get some sleep. Tomorrow when we get up, I saw this awesome fair about a town away, then I have to introduce you to the movie theatres, and then-"
"Y'know. I've been wondering for a while now, how you got into hell. What did you do? Talk someone to death?" Richie said sarcastically.
Eddie was silent for a few minutes. Richie was almost concerned, turning to him.
This was the longest he'd seen Eddie so silent.
His smile was gone, looking down at the floor like it was some sort of foreign object.
Richie gave him a look of confusion, "E-Eddie?"
This was the first time he actually said his name, and it felt... Strange on his lips.
Eddie shook himself out of his thoughts, "Oh. Sorry. I, uh...I... really don't want to talk about it."
Richie's brows lowered.
For a demon, he didn't expect such emotions to come from him.
"I-I'm going to take a shower." He finally said, standing and leaving the room without another word.
Richie's eyes followed after him, before the door slammed shut.
An unfamiliar feeling came from his chest.
Guilt? Pity?
Why the fuck was he pitying a demon? A demon?
He scoffed, erasing the thought from his mind, letting his head fall back onto the pillows.
Holy shit this was comfortable.
It wasn't clouds, but...
After a decent shower, new dressing, and brushing his hair and teeth, Eddie left the bathroom.
The shower had helped him forget all about the memory that was sparked by Richie's question.
'Damn him.' Eddie said inwardly.
When he came back into the room, he was surprised to see Richie curled up on the bed, asleep.
Aww. He was so cute when he slept.
Not that he wasn't cute when he was awake...
Eddie smiled, before going to his own bed.
He sat there for a couple minutes, admiring the being only inches in front of him.
For the first time in a long time, Eddie felt happy. This angel... Made him happy. He had accepted him, albeit he still didn't trust him.
He finally found someone to keep company in his painful afterlife.
Of course, he didn't let the angel see his pain.
It wasn't really there now anyway.
Taking a deep breath, he laid back down onto his own bed, staring up at the ceiling for a few long minutes.
Slowly, darkness began to take over.
"Richie. Richie. Hey, wake up sunshine. Open those angelic eyes would ya?"
Richie was pulled from his slumber by the constant noise.
He opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, but he could make out a form at the end of his bed.
Opening and closing his eyes a couple times, his vision cleared.
"There he is. No, no, don't go back to sleep. We got so much to do." The demon continued.
Richie groaned, rubbing at his eyes, before sitting up.
It was then that he realized.
"What the fuck!" He swore, moving closer to the head of the bed.
There, the demon sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, watching his movements.
"Oh... My gosh. It swears!" Eddie gasped dramatically.
"Why are you on my bed? Why were you watching me sleep? Why-"
"You're cute when you sleep. Whispering sweet little nothings out loud." Eddie said, his elbow leaning in his lap, resting his chin on his hand.
At that moment, Richie seriously considered ending this demon.
Choking the ever living shit out of it.
"So. Wakey wakey, before the hotel stops serving breakfast." Eddie finally stood up.
Richie watched him, sighing, slowly leaving the comforts of the bed.
"Oh. You should probably take a shower. You reek." Eddie said.
Richie gave him a dirty look.
"What? Like I said, you gotta learn to adapt to human society." Eddie said.
Richie scoffed, before heading for the bathroom.
There was a medium size tub with a shower above it.
"This is ridiculous." Richie scoffed before slowly undressing.
He, of course, kept a wary eye out for the demon.
After 10 minutes, he left the bathroom, hair slightly damp.
Eddie was sitting on one of the beds, watching TV.
"Hey. You might wanna look at this." Eddie motioned.
Richie gave him a look of confusion before moving until he was able to see what was playing.
"I'm standing just outside of the café where a mass slaughter occurred. The security cameras were shut off during the whole ordeal, but turned on to reveal this-" A lady spoke on the news and an image appeared beside her.
"Local officials are currently investigating the area to figure out what exactly happened here. We will keep you updated when we find out more."
The screen switched to another figure, talking about another subject.
The TV flickered off.
Richie looked over at the demon.
He was silent.
Then, he hopped out of his bed, "So, what are we doing today?"
"We're going to find this demon. You said you could help, start helping." Richie glared at him.
Eddie's smile faltered, "Fine. Fine."
Richie turned from him, heading for the door when he heard a light thud sound.
He turned back to the demon, only to find him sitting back on the bed again, eyes closed, hands resting in his lap.
Richie gave a look of confusion, "Eddie... What are you doing?"
No answer.
Richie scoffed, "We don't have time for this."
Silence.
Richie began to grow suspicious, if not concerned.
He cautiously approached him.
"Uh... Eds? You okay there buddy?" Richie nearly cringed at the pet name that blurted from his mouth.
He was inches in front of him now.
"Are you seriously sleeping?" Richie continued.
More silence.
Okay. This was getting ridiculous.
"Found him!" Eddie spoke up, standing abruptly.
Richie nearly jumped away from him at the sudden movement.
Eddie looked up at him, a bright, proud grin on his face, "What?"
Richie was quiet for a few seconds.
"What're you waiting for? Let's go." He said, patting the angel's shoulder before walking past him.
Richie turned, watching the demon leave the room.
He was so confused right now.
Finally, he shook his head, following after him.
He found him in the hotel lobby, which had a breakfast buffet.
Eddie was currently grabbing some waffles, as well as a full plate of fruits.
Richie slowly approached him.
Eddie noticed, "Hey. Waffle?"
The plate was pushed into his hands before he could reply.
Richie looked down at the items.
"Syrup?" Eddie offered, holding up a container.
Richie stared at him.
"What? It's not poisoned. See?" The demon lifted the bottle, squeezing some of the liquid into his mouth. "Mmm. Sugary sweetness. I think you need some of that in your life. For an angel, you're a pretty sour one." Eddie said.
He poured some of the liquid onto his plate.
"Come on. eat. We don't have all day." Eddie grinned before leaving to find a place to sit.
Richie slowly followed after him.
They sat together, both eating in silence.
A/N: Now, the journey begins.